There was a Wolf pack, at the bottom of a mountain, at the North East side of the forest. It always snowed, meaning only the strongest of pups could survive. If you were born a runt, you were killed for carbs.

Your pack terrorized others. They didn't care about hunting grounds, they took what they wanted. The leader of your pack was reported to have taken on bears and survived. That made him feared.

Luckily, you were the strongest in your litter. Your father was the leader, the strongest out of everyone. You had two siblings, two sisters. Your father already hated them, but didn't kill them because of your mother's wish.